heart wide open

The earth he had spoken into being lay shrouded in chaos and emptiness, darkness blinding hearts as they stumbled through moments, days and years.

Love burned, birthing a morning star, a son of the dawn to break into and through the darkness and scatter it into oblivion. In joining the parade of unseeing creations, with eyes wide open, he awoke the sleepers, calling them to rise from the dead and eat of the fruits of the light.

For centuries to come the light would be multiplied as eyes that had opened would tell how the people walking in darkness saw a great light, and on those living in the land of deep darkness a light had dawned.

He sat looking at the girl who, shrouded and burdened by darkness, strained to hear and see him. “Do you wish to see?” he asked her.

“I can see this old desert world quite well,” her stone heart insisted.

“What if there’s more to see and you were made to see it?”


“All you know is this darkness, but you could live as a child of light. Everything exposed by light becomes visible and everything that is illuminated becomes a light. The dawn has already broken but you have to bury your blindness in order to see.”

He paused and watched as love slowly pierced the walls that had shut her in.

“Open the eyes of my heart. I want to see this light you speak of.”

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